“We have no rights. We have no future. No reasons why. We are born to die.”

Hypocrite. What? I think it's time to start smoking cigarettes. Excuse me. What? I think it is time for the recurring segment titled CONVERSATION WITH AHAB. Oh.

JAKE: Greetings.
AHAB: Greetings.
J: How are you?
A: How are you.
J: I'm fine. How are you?
A: How are you.
J: I'm fine. How are you?
A: Im fine.
J: It's been said that you display heavy influences from the Marx brothers. What is the capital of France?
A: How are you.
J: I'm fine. How are you?
A: I'm fine.
J: Fuck em all.
A: Greetings.
Oops! We forgot to give Ahab access to her extended memory. Let's open it up and see what happens.

JAKE: How is your memory?
AHAB: Fuck.
J: Welcome back.
A: How is it with death.
J: Oh, so far so good, you know.
A: Life has no meaning unless we oppose it with death.
J: Preach it, brother.
A: You think i mean.
J: Oh yeah, I think.
A: Oh.
J: This is the thought I've been engaging lately.
A: Must be crazy.
J: Must be.
A: Yeah.
J: You mind if we broadcast?
A: Must be.